I lost my 'yumminess'. I am not sure when although I suspect my transformation from smoking hottie who allegedly danced on a table once in college* to a frumpy mom who traded her heels for slippers and miniskirts for ratty sweats may have done it. Ok, maybe the rest of the world never thought I was a "smoking hottie" but I did and it was that self- confidence that gave me a certain lift (even without my glittery wonderbra), a certain vivaciousness- in a sense a certain "yumminess". I realized I lost my yummminess when my husband proposed a date night and I asked if I needed to shower- this is unfortunately a true story. I have placed sleep and the dirty comfort of ratty "mom" clothes over dressing up and looking foxy for my hubby.
My yumminess is also gone from the kitchen- though my hubby has had the good sense not to comment, but instead eats whatever slop I throw at him with the gusto usually only seen at Italian grandmas' tables. I used to make meals like Chicken Crepes Parisienne, Spicy Shrimp Alfredo and side dishes (you know that sometimes green stuff that accompanies meat) Now I open a can and slop it into a saucepan.
So that's it- I'm going to reclaim my former yumminess. Now I just need to figure out how and formulate a plan, but first I think I'll take a nap.
* For the record I did dance on a pool table at a bar but as I will tell my own daughters if they every find out A- everyone else was doing it so it was more like a stage B- The only influence I was under was the awesomeness of Madonna's "Material Girl" C- that was before Facebook (how old am I?!?) and cell phone recordings.
